Recovering from a grey world, Shu Ishido shares his thoughts in a new diary entry. Hold on, though… There’s something else here — there’s still no explanation for that injury, is there…?
Date: xx/xx
Today, I went to the GDF HQ amidst the pouring rain.
Despite my apprehension due to a recent experience, I was able to reach the HQ.
When I reported to Mr. Nibuya about the incident in question, he said the following:
“I don’t think you’re lying. But that’s a story hard to believe.”
I wasn’t particularly surprised to hear that.
Even as I was telling it, I couldn’t swipe away the irritating feeling that I was talking about a dream, and not reality.
This incident was impactful enough to shake the very basis of our world, so I think it should be thoroughly investigated.
But who would believe that?
First the dent on SKIP’s car disappeared, then it was Yuma’s “umbrella”, then the phenomenon of “rain” itself, then SKIP’s Hoshimoto City Branch, the Chief, YouPi, Rin, the injury of my right arm and even I, myself…
Everything simply had never existed.
What a story…
Before everyone disappeared, I rushed to the GDF’s HQ to report the anomalies we had noticed.
However, I was shocked to realize I no longer remembered the way there.
As I wandered around, the “Man in the White Mask” appeared in front of me.
He wore a fully black suit and an expressionless mask.
I still don’t know if he was an alien or a human with some special abilities.
Whatever he was, the moment we met I lost consciousness and when I realized I was in a different reality.
In this reality, I was a coffee trader delivering my products to the Chief’s… Or should I say, former Chief’s cafe.
Rin and Yuma also worked at the cafe, and there was a picture of a Shiba Inu named YouPi decorating the place.
“Was it a hallucination? A group hypnosis? Or maybe an attack from an unknown alien?”
Normally I’d think of logical explanations like that. But at the time I didn’t question anything and simply kept on existing in that world.
There was not a hint of fear or sadness in me.
But it was a pretty sluggish daily life devoid of color.
When I was telling all this to Mr. Nibuya, it seemed I had a distant look on my face, so he brought me back by calling my name like a teacher angry at his sleepy student.
Despite seeming very strict, Mr. Nibuya is quite open-minded and understanding.
However, in this instance he told me that he was going to have to look into it further before reporting it to the top brass.
I would have preferred if there was an immediate investigation, but I could not insist. Considering I currently have no evidence other than my own experiences, it can’t be helped.
One thing is for certain, though: Ultraman Arc has, yet again, saved us this time around.
Arc appeared suddenly and shot his Arc Finalize towards something we could not see.
As soon as that “something” was destroyed, the gloomy surroundings were painted with bright colors and when I realized, we were back to our reality.
My memory is still a bit fuzzy, so I have no information regarding that “something” or the “Man in the White Mask.” All that’s left is the certainty that Arc has saved us.
Looking out the window, it seems the rain from this morning is still falling.
I’m not sure if it’s the humidity, but the injury on my right arm is hurting again.
It’s been a while since I wrote in this diary since my injury, and it seems I’m at my limit.
If this was before the whole incident, both the rain and my injury might have upset me.
But not now.
Even this injury that reappeared feels precious.
It’s proof that I fought alongside Yuma and the others, so I consider it a sort of medal of honor.
The falling rain reminded me of that.
We shouldn’t just avoid fear and sadness.
They encourage our growth, become proof of the bonds between people and are indispensable for life itself.
That’s what I think now.
PS:
Due to my injury, I was unable to hold my pen so I could not write about the cause of it. Having let it sit for so long, I’d like to take my time and write about it in detail someday.
